Last week I met with a new oncologist. Not that I didn't love my old one! I did. I do! But when Walter Reed closed last summer, things changed, he moved to Bethesda, and I'd rather forgo the 90 minute trip to see him. There is a new oncology ward near my home now, so I thought I'd give it a try for general check ups. Dr. "V" was very kind, very thorough and listened to my every concern. He ordered a long list of blood tests, and in short, they came back with me having vitamin D2 deficiency such that 50,000 units have been ordered for me each week for the next 8 weeks! Maybe this will be the magic trick to bring my body back to reality. Most days I feel like I am operating in a fog, unable to find the motivation to do much of anything.
Dr. "V" was so thorough, in fact, that he wants this lump on my reconstruction to be biopsied. I asked him if the MRI from February stating that it is "likely scar tissue" is not definitive. He said that, no, it is not. He didn't like that word "likely" in a patient who has a history of two distinct cancers and wants pathology from it to know for sure. He sat right there and typed an e-mail to the breast surgeon saying as much, and I go to see Dr. "A" in about a week and a half. He also wanted confirmation that my choice to no longer take Tamoxifen is the right choice for me. We ran the numbers into an oncology prognosticating calculator called New Adjuvant. Turns out, because of my her2+ cancer, hormone therapy is not much benefit to me and so with his blessing I will not worry about taking it. This is a big relief because as anyone with hormone receptor positive cancer knows, as mine was, women suffer through years of side effects by blocking their naturally occurring hormones. Compliance is very low on these drugs because of that.
In addition (like I need an addition) he wanted me to follow up with my gynecologist regarding lower back pain I have been dealing with each cycle. She phoned me the very next day and scheduled a pelvic ultrasound for the end of this month. Does the fun never end? I am beginning to think that I am deficient in FUN. That's it! I need more FUN!
|John and longtime girlfriend, Lisha|
The fall out from cancer continues. It's sad, and it is no fun.